I've never really watched anything or anybody die. Sure, I've seen the occasional spider or cricket die, but that was welcome and caused by my shoe. We've put 2 dogs down and David went alone for both of them. Our sweet Max just never came home one night. I wasn't with any of my grandparents at the exact moment they passed either.
Yesterday, I was working at my computer and I heard a thud hit our window. I look and a little sparrow had hit it and landed on Rocko's dog crate. I got up to look at him. He was cute and fluffy. His little body took a few deep breaths. Then, he put his head down, let out one final breath and stopped moving. I was hoping he was just stunned and that he'd spring up in a few minutes. I kept working and glancing over. Nothing. He was dead.
I told Noah about him and he was most curious.
I told Noah not to touch him. At first he grabbed a leaf and poked a few times. He thought the bird was cute and was seriously upset that he was dead. Then, he got Rocko's comb and brushed him.
I was willing that little birdie to come alive. For no other reason than to freak Noah out completely. But, he didn't. David threw him in the trash when he got home.
It was sad to see something so cute die. The kids asked if he went to Heaven. I told them on that last breath that I think I saw his soul leave his body. I mean, there has to be birds in Heaven, right?
In any case, I need to go Windex my windows. They are awful!